Helen And The Mafia

When Mr Tory came to Ramsey Phil about a year and six months ago for a loan to help save his dying textile company. "The Tory textile". Ramsey knew he wouldn't be able to pay back. But gave him anyway to see what he could make of it. Mr.Tory made nothing of it, nothing of the 700 million and nothing of the company; it was still bankrupt and only a takeover from a capable hand would save it.

Ramsey, the only surviving member of the Phil family and heir to the Phil chains of companies, knew he was a capable hand to take over the company. He wasn't interested in the textile industry nor was his board of directors.

The only reason he was sitting at the back of his Lamborghini packed a few blocks away from Mr.Tory's house together with two other Land Rover jeeps filled with his finest security men all ex-military was because Mr Troy dared to hide from him. No one owes Ramsey Phil, the Mafia Lord a debt and hides away from him. He wasn't here to ask for his money, he was here to make him pay for going under the Radar for months. Ramsey had looked everywhere for him but couldn't find.

When Remsey received the news that Tory's daughter was having her twenty-first birthday party today, he hoped Tory did come. He didn't disappoint, he did come, and he couldn't wait to make him suffer for hiding from him.

No one hides from Ramsey. When he calls, you answer at his feet like the god of the Mafia world he is. He will use Mr. Troy as an example to all who think he was going soft. Especially those who think they can run deals behind him. He was going to make a statement "Ramsey Phil owes this city" the Phils are forever in charge.

So he waited with his term like a predator marking a prey, laying arm bush for almost an hour, waiting for the last guest of the party to leave before they burst in, they didn't want too many witnesses. While they waited, his tech men jammed the security cameras on the streets so no one watching from a monitor in any of the fancy buildings would see them waiting.

The streets got lonely as the night got darker. He was getting impatient; he hates waiting. He would have left it for his men to handle, but he needed to make an appearance for a greater effect.

"Scars. The last guest just left" The head of his security men Raymond announced in his ears via his earbuds as he took the next draw of his cigar. Good! He was getting tired of fucking waiting.

" How many security men are on the grounds in the building?" Ramsey asked

" Seven Scars, and we are taking them down as soon as we get in, " Raymond answered.

"Round them up and disarm, no shooting" he reminded them of the plan.

"Copy that"

"Is Tory still in there?"

"Positive"

From his breast pocket he took out a rubber hair tie, gathered up his long hair and put it in a ponytail. When he was done he took off his gold cufflinks and placed them in a box he took out from a customized locker in the car. They were a birthday gift from Lolly and he didn't want to lose them if things got messy.

"Good, bridge the gate" he ordered and his men swung into action.

The tech term remotely jammed the codes of the electronic gate of Tory's building and it slid open.

Within the next five minutes, Ramsay's men took over Tory's house and got all seven of his security men on their knees at gunpoint.

"Where is Tory?" Raymond asked in his military voice.

When no one answered he pulled up one of the men.

"When is Tory" he repeated the question pointing his hot gun to his nose.

"Upstairs. In his room" he muttered.

Raymond pushed him forward to lead the way. He was followed together with Ramsey and two security men.

When Tory saw his room door burst open and his security man held at gunpoint into his room and Ramsey followed behind. Dressed all in black to his shoes. Face red from rage and gray eyes darker. He knew the day he dreaded for six months had come. Hiding in his bleach house on the island wasn't a good idea.

"Scars" he called, forcing a fake smile.

"Mr. Tory, how good to see you again, it's been seven, six months ago you promised to pay back a certain no one you borrowed from over a year ago" Ramsey grinned showing his perfect teeth.

"I did_ promise to pay but_" Tory stammered as he stepped back away from Ramsey reach. Ramsey was twenty-five years younger than him, even in his youthful days he would have to be drunk to face a man of Ramsey's height and built in a fight. The man was above six feet and built like a real-life hurk.

As Ramsey approached Tory and he stepped back, he saw the man was looking seventy when he was just around fifty-seven, he was not only losing money but also weight, but that wasn't an excuse, to hid from him " Lord of the city"

"Who do you owe and promised?" he demanded

"You, scars"

"Oh me!" Ramsey acknowledged sarcastically.

"And you decided to disappear"

"No, I had business abroad"

"Business, does it have to do with paying me back my 700 million?" Ramsey mocked his lie.

"It does, I promise"

Ramsey laughed, as he did the line of the scar on his face that runs from under his left eyes to his bottom cheek widens and his dimples deepens.

"Where is my money?" he asked at the end of his laugh.

"I don't have it now, but I will soon. '' Tory was beginning to lose confidence. As he prayed the rumors about scar to be false. He feared what he might do to him. He had heard how ruthless he could be to those that get in his way.

Ramsey was the last person any sensible person shouldn't borrow from but he had no other options. No one among his circle was willing to give him the money, they were rather waiting like vultures for the company to die, and scrambled to buy it off when he liquidized it.

He had to borrow the money to save the company he built with his late wife.

Soon. Soon. Soon" Remsey chorused, taking a seat on the available single chair.

"I promise, I only need more time"

"You know what Tory, your time is up. I've got no more time to give to you. You used that up, when you tried to hide from me" he shook his head in disapproval.

"No one hides from me, I own this city, my family built and run it, my city! And no one hides for me!" Remesey yelled out the last parts.

"I wasn't"

"Do you think I'm some kid you play hide and seek with? Do you?"

"No, I'm sorry, truly I am" Tory rushed up and apologized to the devil.

"You must take me for a fool" Remsey informed him, lighting it up.

"Do you know why they call me scars?"

"No" he lied in fear, of course he knew why, it was because he leaves scars on people and or maybe because he has one on his face.

"It's your lucky day, because you are about to find out" with a fling of his fingers he ordered his men to bring Tory to him.

"Please, scars, I promise, I will pay up_ I will never hide from you again. I promise" he pleads as the men pull him.

While Tory pleads, a portrait of a younger Tory, his late wife and a little girl of about ten caught his eyes. The little girl was the exact image of her mother, small lips, and bright blue eyes. Lovely portrait of a beautiful family. He thought.

"You should start thinking of starting a family of your own '' the perfect family portrait reminded him of Lolly's recent recommendation. Lolly is Mrs Benedict, she was his nanny and now his oldest domestic staff and she had being on the subject of marriage and family for a while now. Lolly is the only family he has, and she means a lot to him. Ramsey was thinking of giving her suggestion a good thought. That's why this family portrait reminded him of her constant advice.

"Your ma and pa look down on you to keep the family line going. You need to find yourself a girl to start a family with" he smiled at her nagging from this morning.

Not now lolly, he shook his head to shake off the reflection.

But when he tried to look away, his eyes went back to the little girl smiling at him in the portrait, and the craziness idea that would please Lolly and get her off his back and also be a good way to punish Tory came to him. He made a dark grin and listened to Tory pleas.

"Please, I'm sorry, would never hide again , I would do anything to make things right" Troy begs.

"Let him go,"Ramsey ordered.

Tory quickly readjusted his rumpled shirt and looked at Ramsey in gratitude.

"Will you do anything?" He asked.

"Just anything?" Tory confirmed.

"I want her," he declared, pointing to the girl in the portrait.

Tory froze.

Tory has been on biddings, business negotiations, and pitches but he admits this was the most ridiculous request he had heard. It was outrageous and from a man like scars he wonders if he should take it seriously.

"What do you mean by her?" Tory asked as Ramsey drew on his cigar and popped up smoke in the air that burned his nostril.

"Her. Your little girl, the quicker you catch up, the better for both of us" Ramsey suggested reaching for an ashtray out of habit, when he didn't find one he dropped the cigar ash on the polished floor.

"You want Helen_ what for?" Tory asked like a father ready to defend his little girl.

"Helen_ how does Helen Phil sound like? " he laughed, enjoying the idea and the shock of realization on Tory's face.

"You bastard_ you bloody son of a fucking bitch, you will never get your evil hands on my little girl" he roared.

"Not so little anymore, heard she just turned twenty-one" he remained Tory as he moved toward the portrait.

"You are crazy to think I would let a monster like you to have my little girl for a wife"

"A wife, that's the word, it's a good thing you are catching up. Ramsey mocked him as he continued staring at the girl in the picture, caring less about her father and what he was saying.

"You can't be serious, she is all I have got_ you can have me, anything, this building, The Tory Textile company, anything. I will give but not Helen. Please" he begs.

"The Tory Textile company is dying, this building isn't worth half what I lent you, and you" he half laughed as he turned to face him.

" I can't have you, I'm as straight as an arrow, but she_ your Helen would make a fine play thing on my bed" Ramsey spilled out when he got close, looking down on Tory's broken nose.

"How dare you?" Tory roared, striking Ramsey across the face, so hard. Ramsey quickly raised his right hand to halt his men from swinging into action.

"Raymond, the next time, Tory, tries that. He loses his arm. Got it?" he declared and stepped back.

"Got it," Raymond confirms. As he and the other men went back at ease.

"Now let me finish my request that comes with an offer" Ramsey sat back on the chair and gestured for Tory to take the empty opposite chair.

"You should sit, it's turning out to be a business meeting" Ramsey Suggested when Tory didn't even glance at the offered chair.

"I will right off you debt, invest in The Tory Textile, make sure it is back up and running"

"And what's the catch_ my daughter? I give you Helen in exchange for your help. What kind of a father will that make me? A coward who uses his daughter as a means to an end. I won't do that_ what kind of a father does that?

"One who is smart and makes smart decisions. Tell me which of these scenarios you prefer. The Tory Textile finally goes bankrupt, you start selling pieces of it to your enemies, friends and competitors who have been dying to have a piece of the company. The government slams you with a taxation lawsuit. Or you give your daughter to me in marriage we both have an arrangement and bring The Tory Textile back on board and everyone is happy. He grinned watching as Tory's face moved from anger to Confusion, he was beginning to see the bigger and brighter future.

"Now which of this media headline do you want to see "How the might has fallen: The Tory textile goes bankrupt or multi billionaire Remsey Phil secretly weds billionaire daughter Helen Tory"

"Oh Lord help me!" Tory prayed in his heart. He would definitely prefer the latter if his circumstance was different and the groom wasn't the devil himself. Tory would have jumped at the idea.

"I can't do this," he whispered.

Tory was confused, it was a hard decision to make as he remembered how himself and Florence struggled to build the Tory company from scratch.

I'm still waiting to hear which?" Ramsey calls Tory back to the present. From the looks on Tory's face Remsey could tell he was going to win the negotiation.

"What did you say? Ramsey asked again, intensifying the pressure.

"Why her? Why my baby? Why her_" Tory holds himself back from breaking down in tears.

"Why Helen? You could easily have any woman in the world_ why her" Tory managed to finish.

"Because I'm pressed for a wife. She is from a rich family, for now" he smiled at his emphasis.

"She is a perfect trophy wife" he finished.

If losing an arm was not at stake Tory would have given Ramsey another slap on the other side of his face. But he rather stormed off to the little hidden bar in his closet, picked out a bottle of whisky, a glass and came back to the devil and his men in his bedroom.

He pulled out the cork in one pull, poured the glass half full and drank all at a goal. Still holding the glass and bottle he moved over and took the chair opposite the devil so he could look him in the eye while they bargain.

"Wow! He finally sits, '' Remsey smiled. Tory hated his smile , he wished he could wipe it by smashing the bottle of whiskey on his head. He hated him and the look of victory in his face.

"State your terms clearly" Tory demanded.

"I marry Helen, I take over the company"

"You retain the name of the company The Tory textile remains" Tory requested.

"Okay my me" Remsey agreed. He wasn't interested in the company, this was the easiest way he could get a wife to please Lolly then so be it, he wasn't ready for courting and then marrying anyone. He was Scars, he doesn't date or court. When he wants a woman he gets it.

"The children from the marriage get The Tory textile" he insisted.

Ramsey paused and looked at Tory. The man was smarter than he gave him credit for. children he never thought of that or saw himself as a father. But as the only surviving Phil he needs an Heir one who will keep the family legacy going.

"Fine" again he wasn't in any way interested in the company for now or in the future. He just wants a wife for lolly's sake.

I see we have come to a balance and an end to our negotiation." Ramsey expressed his thoughts and was glad of the outcome.

What have I done? If I agree to this, now my baby is trapped, with no way out. Wait! There is a way out" a wise thought came to him in the midst of his troubled thoughts.

"The marriage ends in two years after the child who gets The Tory Textile is born" He quickly demanded and was happy with how the smile on Ramsey's face disappeared.

Make it three. I have good and fast swimmers that are equal to the task, I don't know if your daughter is equal to the task. She might need the time to deliver_ I mean conceive" Ramsey sarcastically suggested.

"You do the needful, and when the child is born, he or she gets the company and the marriage ends" Tory stated as he fought the image of the hand of the monster on his daughter off his head.

"We have a deal," Ramsey announced.

We do" he answered and took Ramsay offered hand for a crushing handshake.

"Raymond!" Ramsey called, breaking the handshake.

"Fetch my bride-to-be"

"Yes sir" he responded and signaled the other men to follow as they went in search of Helen.

"What? Are you insane?" Tory got hysterical.

"I'm not, am just protecting my interest" Remsey declared.

"What interest?"

"You fooled me once, by hiding from me, I'm not letting that happen again_ No, not with my bride"

"You can't do this, I need to explain things to her, you can't just take her away like that"

"Watch me" Remsey dared him

"You are evil"

"So have been told" he laughed.

Raymond and his men burst into Helen's room when they finally found her room after breaking down about three doors.

Helen, who was dozing off from exhaustion from the party, jumped off her bed, and tried to hide when she saw the men coming for her.

She ran for the closest but was too late, one of them got her. And toss her on his wide shoulder. She screamed and struggled as he balanced her on his shoulder.

"Let me go! Put me down! Please I beg of you, I will give you anything, just let me go!" she begged.

"Stay still and be calm" her adapted warned as he carried her away.

"Scars, we have got her"

Raymond announced in his devil's deep voice that shook Helen up. It wasn't just the voice that stunned her. It was the name he mentioned. "Scars!" that dried up her stomach.

Good, she rides with me," Ramsey ordered his men.

"Yes scar" Raymond affirmed as he signed his men out.

"No! Please stop_ Daddy where are they taking me, what's going on? Daddy, please! Where are they taking me, don't let him take me" Helen fought with all she got as the man carrying her matched out with the rest.

Tory was helpless, he wouldn't do anything but watch Ramsey take Helen away, even as she cried for help.

Please don't leave with my daughter, allow me to talk to her" Tory found himself begging.

"Save your breath old man, the wedding is tonight" Ramsey didn't want to hear his begging and had to shut him up.

It worked, Tory couldn't speak after hearing that the wedding was happening tonight.

"How do you mean tonight?" he managed to ask after him when he found his voice.

"Tonight at my place_ as the father of the bride you are welcome to come" he stopped to tell him.

"You are evil, you had this planned out all along. You have always wanted this. How long did it take you to plot this out? You god-forsaken bastard" Tory was pissed and felt played and used my Ramsey to get what he wanted.

"How long? Answer me, you bastard. How long did it take you to plan and wait for me to fall into your fucking trap? Answer me!" he screamed

Ramsey laughed. He found his reaction funny. He was indeed enjoying his punishment on the old man Tory. The fact that Tory believed he executed a long-term plan made it more satisfying. The cheat had learnt the hard way never to try to play smart with a Mafia Lord like him.

"You amuse me, Tory," he said after his good laugh at him.

"My place, tonight. If you desire to see your daughter wedded, besides you were the one who wanted it done fast and for all this to_" he gestured with his hands.

"To end in no time. We can as well start trying for a child this night" Ramsey finished with a grin. That set Tory's face on fire in rage.

"Fuck you! Scars! Fuck you! For this_ you are going to fucking pay" he swore after Ramsey as he walked away.

Ramsey left happy with his revenge on Tory. It was a good punishment for Tory, the debt wouldn't be a bad debt after all; he would do all it takes to get the dead company back in business, and a trophy wife the society would approve of would get Lolly off his back. It was a revenge served hot indeed.

"The girl?" Ramsey asked Raymond, When he got to the waiting cars where his men stood alert and ready to leave.

"In the Lamborghini"

"Good" Ramsey was pleased.

Raymond quickly opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini for Ramsey to enter.

On entering he was welcomed by Helen's screaming and before he could understand what she was yelling about she pounced on him like a crazy cat, slapping, hitting and cursing. She weighs like paper on him, one push and she would fall off like a leaf, and perhaps hurt herself. So he allowed her take a hit on him.

"You bastard! What have you done to my father? What do you want from us?" Helen demanded as she continued to strike Ramsey. He is a devil, she could die for what she was doing. Attacking a Mafia like him could mean death. Helen cared less what her actions meant.

What's the use of her life if he had killed her father, he would kill her anyways. He was the Lord of the city, he makes and bends the rules, all fears and runs when he pursues. Even the government seeks his approval on major affairs in the city, as he had more money than the government. Ramsey Phil also known as Scars that she had heard of is feared by all, she had never met him and never wished for the fear of the kind of man he is.

Ramsey gets whatever he wants and removes whatever was on his. Could her father be on Ramsey's way? Was that why he came for them? If that's the case they were as good as dead. His father was and he has come for her but Helen wasn't going to make it easy for him. So she fought him with all her strength.

Calculating her pace of strikes, Ramsey quickly grabbed both her hands as she raised them to strike. He has had enough.

"Stop! It!" he commanded and tightened his grip on her.

"Let_ me go! You bastard!" she swore, catching her breath.

Ramsey held her still as she panted as she tried to control her breathing. Her hair was all over her face. Clumsy from all the struggling. Her breath smells of alcohol from the party he assumed. An awful way to end a party, he thought like he cared. Ramsey doesn't give a fuck about her and her party, what matters to him, was what he wanted and got.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! This minute!" She was struggling again and this time harder, frustrating Ramsey to the point he thought of tossing her off, but that might hurt her, he didn't intend to.

"And I said stop it! You are going to hurt yourself" he advised her as he gripped her firmly.

"Let me go!" she cried out.

" why?"

"Just let me" she tried to break free again but failed. She was no match for the large mafia lord. He was four times her size. She wasn't Ramsey's type, too skinny, young and small. Ramsey likes his women thick and strong to meet his demands in bed. From what he has seen from how lazily she struggled with him she will never be able to meet his high demands in bed nor match his stamina. She was too friggled and weak like a daisy off its stem, he wondered how they would be able to make that part of the agreement; the making a baby part work.

"Listen to me daisy!" Ramsey called

"I have got two options for you" That got her attention and she calmed down to listen.

"One, I get my men to tie you up and toss you in the truck. Two, you shut the fuck up! Stop fighting me and sit"

She stopped moving and began to consider what she just heard. He was really the devil.

What would it be? One or two? He asked when she didn't choose.

"When I asked you a question I expected you to answer" he shook her to emphasize his statement.

"Two," she replied in fear.

"Good, now I will let you go, when I do, you will sit quietly, do we understand each other?"

"Yes," she says tearfully.

"Good daisy, good" he commended as he let go of her.

She got off him and sat away from him as they drove in silence.